Monthly Archives: June 2007

A couple Qs and some As.

Two of my favorite writers have new books out this summer: Ana Castillo’s the Guardians is fiction, about a Mexican immigrant who goes missing between the borders. Julia Alvarez’s Once Upon a Quinceanera is non-fiction, about the transformation of a … Continue reading →

Just when you thought my shit was all gossip juice and fashion commentary, BOOM! I DROP MY KEYSHIA COLE/MISSY ELLIOTT INTERVIEW / video shoot shit on you. That’s the real, what I was saving for the Vibe. Speaking of which, … Continue reading →

Gustavo Arellano, you are my hero. Plus the photo heading this article is hilarious: EMBRACE THAT GIANT “MEXICAN” PINATA AND HIS BLUE-ASS EYES – FEEL HIS PAPIER-MACHE MESTIZO POWER! HAHAH.

Loose off the Goose. Got him on the chase like cranberry juice. Spent seven hours on the set of a video shoot for my favorite under-30 R&B singer today. There was some notion to get in the shot, to dance … Continue reading →

Will (code name: stencil) on flagrantly bougie Canadian siestafest Celine Dion as Hillary Clinton’s campaign song: “If she fails to win the nomination or loses the general election, this will undoubtedly be why.” DON’T BLAME ME I VOTED FOR “GEORGIA… … Continue reading →

This piece on video-game gold farmers in China is blowing my mind. Maybe it’s an old question, but if anyone can, please recommend books about the social/philosophical implications of this advanced level of super surreal life/videogame bleed. ALSO WONDERING ABOUT: … Continue reading →

Somehow it is appropriate that known stoner Lil Wayne half-copped the “Tenderoni” melody for his lenient-boyfriend declamation “Prostitute Flange” – a track recently remixed with his recently reunited girlfriend, Trina, for whom the song was allegedly orignally written semi-based on … Continue reading →

A eulogy. One I know to be true. And truth.. Rayquon Elliott. On Monday morning he was shot and killed outside his apartment building in Far Rockaway, Queens. He was 24 years old. Senseless.

Our new roommates, as depicted above, are stupid. Stupid as in, “I CAN’T FEEL MY FACE.” Stupid as in “so cute I think my head will explode even considering it.” Mo brought them home last night in two tiny cages … Continue reading →